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Текст песни:

Bruh
I do NOT f**k with alotta niggas, bruh
They see me, they gon′ see me solo bruh
These pussy ass niggas out here too creep for me, bruh
These niggas is not gon′ state me, bruh
Ya′ll call them niggas ya′ll homeboys
Cracker call ya′ll organization

[Chorus: x2]
Stay in my own lane
Mind my own bidness
Hit my own licks
Get my own pennies
Keep these niggas from round me, cause I ain′t friendly
You′ll never slide up under me and be my co-defendant

[Verse 1]
Time to do bidness
Drop niggas off
Never run to them crackers on me bout what ya saw
Never snake me, and get me knocked off
Niggas like hos, love to run they f**kin′ mouth
Speak to them in the streets, won′t bring them to my house
I don′t trust neither bitch, north or the south
Won′t be around me tryna scope it out
That SUPAfriendly shit, ain′t about
Iono him, keep him from round me
Tryna peep somethin′?
What you tryna see?
Never get that close to find out where I be
I don′t know that nigga
Get him from ′round me...

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Niggas come around, guess what? I stop talkin′
Holla at chu niggas later, grab my shit and start walkin′
F**k that shit, I done seen too much
It seem niggas scope niggas and gettin′ niggas touched
Get in friends with niggas, turn ′round and set ′em up
Even my own dawg, talk to ′em bout certain stuff
My own friends come around, nigga I hush
Outside of court rooms, nigga I done seen enough
Time to get money, I′m so loyal
4 deep doin′ business, that′s a no-no
Cause what a nigga thinkin′, you will never know
But do my own time nigga, if I have to go

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Ion f**k with no nigga, who got alotta friends
Cause you never know, who that nigga want to win
You vibe with too many niggas, you spread yaself then
And them the type of niggas, know everybody business then
Nigga too friendly, no tellin′ who he with
You niggas f**k with any nigga, you can′t do it big
Guarenteed you will neva slide up under kid
I keep my eyes open, and my fire hid
That′s how I stay away, from all the f**k shit
I gotta couple homeboys, but I don′t run with clique
The least a nigga know, the less he can snitch
I run solo, so I don′t have to kill a bitch

[Chorus x2]

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Talking: Plies]
Ay man I heard a couple of niggas around here
Who said they don′t like me man
And I got a couple niggas around here brah
Who owe me a lil paper
Niggas ain′t answering they phone no mo
[? ]
I′m a tell you how I′m a handle this here man

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain′t gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don′t like me but it′s all gravy
Keep playing with me and I′m a f**k your ol′ lady

[Verse 1:]
Make yo bitch leave home and don′t come back
Sit her down in that chevy and change her whole life
Make her hang in the hood and watch me shoot dice
And take her back to the crib and f**k her on 50 stacks
Fo′ you play with me dawg you betta get it right
Tell you straight up homie I′m playin real trife
Walk up straight in the club nigga with yo wife
And make her dance in front of me while I drank yak
And let her and her homegirls rock all night
And just to piss you off I′m a let her throw a stack
And everytime you see her I′m a dress her in something tight
And when you start to miss her I′m a make you buy a bite
And let her push the whip while I sit in the back
And make yo ho sleep naked with me all night
And put hickies all over her nigga that′s what she likes
Keep playing with me and I′ll f**k up your whole life

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain′t gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don′t like me but it′s all gravy
Keep playing with me and I′m a f**k your ol′ lady

[Verse 2:]
I don′t want yo side ho nigga I want yo main bitch
The one you call babe the one you in love with
Make yo hoe pack yo shit
And make her call you right now and tell you it′s over with
Befo she hang up the phone she gon tell you she′s plies bitch
And when you call her back gonna have her number switched
And I′m a f**k her everyday until I get her thick
And Make her put my name on her nails and shit
And keep her hair did fo her and full of dick
I Might move her out the hood nigga just to pick
I know how to make you niggas lose weight real quick
And have you walking round this bitch looking real sick

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain′t gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don′t like me but it′s all gravy
Keep playing with me and I′m a f**k your ol′ lady

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Chorus: x2]
Just hit me a lick finna blow a check
Got stacks on me goons on deck
Finna slide thru tha strip club and make a h mess
Iono won′t that hoe I want dat bitch

[Verse:]
I got a stack in every pocket, pistol on waist, liquor in my hand, no smile on my faace, hand full
dat shit, I′m finna throw away, finna ball, been countin money all day, lil boy move, big boy finna
play, blow dis shit, en′ nuttin but paper n e way, nuttin nigga money f**k nigga n e way, nigga slip
and dun took it, all I′m a say, nigga lame, he a rookie, nigga okay, finna snatch me a hoe, spend it
on bay, got fire on me, f**k it I′m a parlay, now I′m lookin for da right hoe I′m a slay.

[Chorus x2]

To all money gon nigga, f**k it I′m a hang, if she bad, and she f**k it, I′m a blow change

@ Plies

Текст песни:

Bra if yo cash ain′t right, right now dawg shit just fucked up right now dawg u done took
A lost when a bitch don′t wanna give you nothing dawg telling you dawg u can make something happen

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

[Verse 1:]
When a nigga money fucked up it′s hard for him to think straight
Seem like a nigga life in park when he ain′t got cake
First thing that cross a bitch mind shid he gotta take
U can stay broke forever or u can make a shape
Cause when u broke bitch talk to u any kinda way
U on ya dick bitch don′t wanna here shit u gotta say
If u ain′t built for this street shit den get out the way
Cause when a nigga broke everybody′s fucking gravy
U either get money out chere or u fucking hate
U think a nigga gone give u something den keep waiting
U betta suck up yo mufucking pride and chase it
Cause when a nigga broke he ain′t pose to have patients

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

[Verse 2:]
I don′t kno if god trying to punish me or my luck just bad
I don′t kno which one of em it is but I need some fucking cash
I rather be in prison broke then out here without a stash
They say when it rains it purs then how will it last
Before I let it rain on me I′m a let a bitch crash
With all black on chie 5 and ske mask
The streets judge off wat u got not wat u had
I took a lost and it hurt me fucked me up bad
It ain′t no feeling in the world like loosing ya last
I ain′t got no choice I′m fucked up gotta bounce back
Seems like it take forever to get to get it but u can loose it fast
I rather a mufucka vist me while sitting behind a glass

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

[Verse 3:]
The nigga that invented robbing I bet he was broke
Cause when u fucked up out her it ain′t no fucking joke
And all bets off when a nigga money low
A nigga willing to take chances he ain′t neva took before
And willing to cross a mufucka for the love of the dough
I can′t fault nigga cause I done did that shit before
If u gone take it just be ready to play it how it go
It′s every nigga for self this shit cut throat
I bet I past me a nigga for he past me tho
For every nigga balling it′s a hundred niggas hunting
I don′t kno if he told but these yung niggas thuggin
So why u outta balling it′s some niggas riding lucky

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Intro: Plies - talkin]
You kno sum people tthat say money change erre thang I ′m hear to say
Money don′t change erre muthafuckin thing

[Chorus:]
Last ten years momma been workin′ twice a day
Grandma on a kidney machine, she done lost all the weight,
My auntie got AIDS, she startin′ to lose her faith my brudda back in prison
2nd time he gone away .my dady smokin dat shit I can see it in his face
My lil cousin 16 n preganant frum a nigga 38.tryna stay on my son
Make sure he doin what his mama say.
Before ya take me God, help me get my family straight.

[Verse 1:]
I asked God why didn′t He bless me with a silver spoon
Cause if he did I′d never have to be a goon.If he gon′ change my family
I hope he do it soon.I′m tired of answerin my fone hearin bad news.
My grandma on a walker she can barely move. jus to tell meh she luv me take all
Her breath to do.she on a kidney machine I kno it′s hurtin her 2 4 times a week gotta
Get her blood drew she say the bible n prayer the only thing that get her through
Why my grandma deserve dis y god wat did she do.thought jus cause I had a lil money
I could by her a new one.she keep the family together she one I caint loose

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
My aunty got AIDS n I′m watchin her suffer why she otta die because
She fell in luv with a hustla although she dying she say she still luv em
I kno if I see em again I′ll kill dat muthafucka.only get 15 minutes to talk to my brudda
Cause he in prison gotta go see em if I wanna hug em.sum niggas willin to risk dey freedom
For thuggin jus because he made a mistake I gotta be here for em jus because I love him .
My ucle jus called found out his daughter fuckin, fuckin wen dey get 14 like it ain′t nuthin
In da hood it′s happenin 10 out of a dozen dat nigga her daddy age dat is fuckin my lil cousin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
My daddy near 50 still livin with his momma can′t even have a family reuion
It′s alwayz drama.last three months I dun lost both of my uncles.
Why my family luck bad I sit n wunda we ain′t close lyke we should be n dat is taken us
Unda.the only time we cum together is to have a funeral sit around n talk about
Each other n spread rumors.kno it′s sum of mah fault cause I don′t talk to em
For my family to be happy is all I want help my grandma fight, god I know she don′t
To see my mama retire that′s all I want hope my brudda get out to see his kids for once

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Intro: Plies Talking]
Aye, man, muthaf**ka just told me to pull my pants up homie (What?)
Pull my pants up, I went up to that muthaf**ka and told him I′m from the hood and that′s how shit
go

[Chorus: Plies]
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and this how shit go (I′m from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play with my dough
′Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go
I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go

[Verse 1: Plies]
I′m from the home of goon, city of the choppas
You ain′t ′bout that life, you ain′t want no problems
If you sweet and you know it, f**k it gone rob ya
Want straight yappas, f**k with no revolvers
Real street nigga, need a real good lawyer
Last two cases, bought four charges
In the hood, couple rules that you must follow
If you don′t then, slugs′a be in your body
Want my paper, get my shawty
Hustle all day, try to ride big body
Been with three dope boys, hood call ′em garbage
Will I still f**k′a, I don′t know, yeah, prolly
Just a hood nigga with alot of swag shawty
Who I hang with the most, prolly my 40
Been labeled a goon, that′s what the hood call me
Stay in the hood, ′til I die homie, that′s regardless

[Chorus: Plies]
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and this how shit go (I′m from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play with my dough
′Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go
I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go

[Hook: Plies]
Say I′m too hood, might be
Don′t give a damn what you think about me
Say I′m a goon, that′s me
Don′t give a damn what you think about me, nigga

[Verse 2: Plies]
This where you find the most snitches, and most guns
Go four little parnters right now, on the run
Half of the city fellas supposed to have got warned
Guns stay swole every first of the month
If you ain′t got 5, you better not stunt
Hood cut throat, can′t even front
Bentley alright, get more attention than the donk
No shirt, pants saggin′ with big charm
If it ain′t top of the line, I don′t want that blunt
Geeked in this trap, come through the front
Jack boys ridin′, tryna find what they want
Ball last night, 4 g′s what I spun
Before you f**kin′ with me, better take his lunch
′Cause, if you get behind me, then I′m gon′ punch
554′s under the hood, will run
′Cause I′m from the hood, and this is how it done

[Chorus: Plies]
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and this how shit go (I′m from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play with my dough
′Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go
I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go

[Hook: Plies]
Say I′m too hood, might be
Don′t give a damn what you think about me
Say I′m a goon, that′s me
Don′t give a damn what you think about me, nigga

[Outro: Mannie Fresh talking]
Yaaahhhh, ladies and gentlemen
You′re now listenin′ to the ghetto music
And, this being supplied to you by the realest in charge,
Plies, and the dude freggy fresh, yeah
Good night ya′ll

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Whispering:]
I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′

[Chorus:]
I′m just in one of them moods, I feel like fuckin′
Wanna lay up in somethin′ wet, and punish somethin′
I want a nice lil′ baby who ain′t got on nothin′
I got a taste for some pussy, I feel like fuckin′ [x2]

Ate pussy in the shower for the first time last week
I got a confession to make to the world, I′m a freak
I think about wet pussy, all in my sleep
My fantasy is to get caught, fuckin′ on the beach

The best pussy you can get is when you gotta sneak
I call my lil′ baby a shooter; when she nut, she skeet
If I had my choice of how I′m a die, I′d be in some pussy, beatin′
Bammin′ pussy, then leave and cause a nigga cheatin′

My baby sore, cause I done fucked her twice, this evenin′
Said I fuck her so good, it feel like she dreamin′
Got her playin′ with herself for no apparent reason
Need some more of that pussy, cause a nigga feenin′

[Chorus]

All this liquor keep me horny than a motherfucker
Just text bay and ask her could I come fuck her
Only yak here, but shit, her ass in trouble
Goin′ to beat bay, so that mean no rubber

That′s my motherfuckin′ best, nigga, that′s how I cut her
We been fuckin for a while, that′s how we fuck each other
Love diggin′ in lil′ mama, cause it get gutta
Seem like that pussy go to runnin′, soon as you touch her

When I get in that pussy, I′m tryin′ to pull a muscle
Ready to come up out these boxers, so I can gon′ and fuck her
I can blame it on the liquor, if I wanna suck her
Know I′m ready to fuck bad than a motherfucker

[Chorus]

Can be four in the mornin′ or two in the afternoon
Just thinking ′bout that pussy get me in my mood
Knowin′ that pussy on it′s way, get me in my groove
Nothin′ like a bad bitch, who body smooth

Lay her flat on the bed, and look at her in the nude
Then fuck on every inch of the whole room
Money first, then pussy, then food
Around fat pussy, it′s hard to keep my cool

Gotta turn my head, so I don′t fuckin′ drool
I can tell when I want it; feel my boxers move
Yet they pussy get wet, when they want it too
Good pussy the worst thing you can ever lose

[Chorus]

[Whispering:]
I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Intro:]
I got plenty money I got plenty money I got plenty money
Let da streets kno I got plenty money I got plenty money

[Chorus:]
What′s in my pocket dog big face huned jus left da mall
Bought erre thang that I wanted I′m kinda of mad witchu
Haters I′m real dissapointed cause wat u didn′t tell da people
Dat I got plenty money I got plenty money

[Verse1]
I lyke mah bitches hood but my all my whips foriegn jus bought a new house
Da last one was borin 10, 000 sq.feet it feel lyke you tourin dese niggaz
Dissin me it ain′t really important.take off yo shirt nigga I bet yo ribs showin.
U niggaz starvin my money ovaflowin.jewelry game sick got all dese hoes
Adorin.catch me n da club with all da yak pourin.if I eva go to prison umma have
Plenty stories.sleep real good ain′t gotta worry.stay fresh erre day jewlry stay
Glowin.I got plenty money n all u niggas kno it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Next money guess wat I′m buyin rappers.I′m startin to feel sorry fo u lil bastards.
I′m pretty hawt yo career a disaster. I control you niggaz sumthin lyke yo master.
65 grand that round a beezle.stay frum round me if u don′t lyke 2 smell cheddar
I ain′t fuckin with da hoe cause she a big hacker.wanna kno who I′m fuckin my money
I jus married hur.she ben good 2 meh I mite 5 karot hur.ran me out da store
I brought to many plasmas.countin so much money breathin like I got
Asthma.u kno the old sayin the mo money tha merrier.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I don′t kno why I botu da bently wen I had da masarati.wat I paid fo da goonz
Trade 140.scared 2 keep money on meh cause I will blow it.my strip club name
Is MR. WILL THROW IT.keep fire on deck n I will show it.fuq with me n get wacked
All u niggaz kno it.scared 2 dance in da club cause my fire loaded.if u don′t use it den
Don′t tote it.mo money 2 most niggas me mo whorish.mo money 2 me mean keep
Goin.haterz gettin tired my money still growin.ball all night catch a flight next mornin

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Iono, bra
For some reason tonight I feel like
I can do what da fuck I wanna do

[Hook-2x]
Yea, I′m drunk plus I′m vibin′
Pistol in my pocket and I′m wildin′
Got all my jewelry on and I′m clownin′
Nigga, what da fuck you gon do about it

[Verse 1]
Got money, I can buy bottles
Keep one in the head this big fourty
Take somethin′ from me, I′m gon′ off ′em
Fuckin′ with me, it′s gon′ cost ′em
No, no, I ain′t on blue dolphins
Yea, yea, the ′gnac got me talkin′
The big ′gar in my mouth keep me coughin′
′N all this cash keep me flossin′
Jewelry on, can′t keep these hos off me
Caked up, look how I′m walkin′
Fuck-nigga, cross me, I′m gon′ spark ′em
Made-nigga, look how I′m bossin′

[Hook-2x]
Yea, I′m drunk plus I′m vibin′
Pistol in my pocket and I′m wildin′
Got all my jewelry on and I′m clownin′
Nigga, what da fuck you gon do about it

[Verse 2]
Four stacks, I can get you killed
Real nigga, that′s how I′m built
Stop waitin′, I do not slip
Flaggin′, will get you flipped
Choppa, ain′t sold them there
Don′t like me, I don′t care
Care for what, I′ma millionaire
Tight jeans, somethin′ I don′t wear
Pistol, can′t fit it in there
Fuck-niggas, somethin′ I don′t spare
Pussy, smells in the air
Stay strapped, go anywhere

[Hook-2x]
Yea, I′m drunk plus I′m vibin′
Pistol in my pocket and I′m wildin′
Got all my jewelry on and I′m clownin′
Nigga, what da fuck you gon do about it

[Verse 3]
Yea, nigga I am him
No, I don′t fuck wit′ them
Rob me, naw, that′s slim
′Cause goons, I got plenty them
Fourty, knock off yo′ limbs
Head shots, aimin′ at yo brim
Fuck them niggas, I don′t fear ′em
Kill that nigga when I see ′em
Money, buy one of you niggas
Ridin′ with finga on my trigga
Sleep wit′ a hand on my pistol
Made me kill one of you niggas

[Hook-2x]
Yea, I′m drunk plus I′m vibin′
Pistol in my pocket and I′m wildin′
Got all my jewelry on and I′m clownin′
Nigga, what da fuck you gon do about it

@ Plies

Текст песни:

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

(versus 1)
Im tryin to stay hood but I aint tryin to die here, I need to be able to spend money with out fear,
the kinda money I can bawl for da whole year, I wana crib so big I can dissapear, I want da marble
floors with da hangin shandleirs, I need to be able to drink yak insted of beer, I dont want a deck
behind my house I want a peir, I want a walk in closest, a closet full of gear, I wana be able to
buy 4 new whips every year, and ;eave da t.v runnin dawg while I aint here, I aint gotta worry bout
da bills cus da money der, I wana live like da rich folks up in here,

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

(versus 2)
Wen a nigga tell you he likes sellin dope hes a damn lie, cus if he did then hed sell dope for no
price, we just willin to take chances and get by, aint like we like to do it, we gotta sell by,cus
if you dont theres a good chance you goin to die, all we need is a lil money and we alright, cus
most niggas just want a peice of the good life, the worst feelin is the shit you cant buy, whats
filet mion when you aint got da money to try, all dat miracle shit dont work for my kind, one thing
about us we like to shine, guess you shouldnt expect shit if you dont wana grind

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

(versus 3)

F**k hood rich, I wana be rich for real, I dont want no gun I want a million f**kin dollar bills, be
in mind its brand new and sit it on da edge, walk into my sons room, and you cant tell if its mine
or his, I want my son to be the first one wit a wheel, I want to sen my son to collage and pay it up
for four years, let the streets be mad and tell em he anit real, the motherf**kers hate you when
good is how you live, cus nine days broke is wat da streets call real, the same mother f**kers who
cant pay there f**kin bills, take it from me bein broke, that aint trill, it feels even better bein
worth a couple mil,

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[x2:] Car Full Of Choppers And Everbody Quiet, Car Full of Goons And Everybody Cerified, And If You
Froze Up Last Time You Can′t Ride It′s Going Down Tonight Cuz These Goons Out Lurkin

Five In The Morning Ain′t Nobody Out But Us
And Everybody Sleep But We Finna Wake The City Up
And Finna Teach You Pussy N****s Bout Playin With Us
We Find Yo Duck A** Tonight Lil Homie You Out Of Luck
And He Don′t Know We Coming Finna Get His Life Took
We Ridin Bin Ladin S*** A Hundred Round Plus
Before He Went To Sleep He Ain′t Know He Wouldn′t Be Waking Up
Its Already Understood If These C******* Get Behind Us Flood It And We Ain′t Coming Home Till All
The Clips Empty
And We Ain′t Shooting Up No House It Draw Too Much Attention
We Catch Yo A** Coming Out Lil Homie You Gets It
And I Bet One Muthaf****** Thing N**** We Ain′t Missing

[x2:]
Car Full Of Choppers And Everbody Quiet,A Car Full of Goons And Everybody Cerified, And If You Froze
Up Last Time You Can′t Ride It′s Going Down Tonight Cuz These Goons Out Lurkin

You Might Miss The Newspaper But You Gon Make The News
Victim Found Face Down Tonight Without His Shoes
Dem Choppas Went Off In Drive You Run But Couldn′t Move
Sawed Him In Half That Chopper Broke Him Down In Two
Everything Them Hallow Points Hit It Knock Em Loose
We Want Your Homeboiz Nah P**** We Ain′t Through
Dem C******* Find A Hundred Holes But They Ain′t Got A Clue
Now Everbody Claiming They Know Who F***** Over You
A Big Mouth Don′t Get You S*** But A Big Funeral
And A Bunch Of Muthaf***** Crying Who Claiming They Knew Ya
You Can′t Bring Him Back Stop Crying The P**** Dead
He Shoud′ve Kept His Mouth Close He Ain′t Know How To Play It

[x2:]
Car Full Of Choppers And Everbody Quiet, Car Full of Goons And Everybody Cerified, And If You Froze
Up Last Time You Can′t Ride It′s Going Down Tonight Cuz These Goons Out Lurkin

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Hey mama (hey mama)... Know I ain′t never tell you this
befo′ (I ain′t never tell you this befo′)... but it really
hurt me knowin′ I′m runnin′ you crazy (know I′m runnin′
ya crazy)... I wanna talk to ya real quick (wanna talk to ya mama)

[Verse 1]
My momma told me while I run these streets she can′t sleep
Her phone ring late at night she think somethin′ happened to me
Her nerves so bad right now she can′t even watch T.V
She turn her head everytime she see the police
She scared to look ′cause it might be me in the back seat
Whenever she hear about a shootin′ her heart skip a beat
She heard the feds was in town her knees got weak
She know I′m at the house the only time she at peace
Her blood pressure through the roof all because of me
Her favorite words is "dope ain′t the only way to eat"
She told me the other day she hope I don′t die in these streets
I just pray to God she don′t wipe her hands wit′ me

[Chorus]
I′m a goon to the streets but to my momma I′m still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady
Shit Im doin′ now got nothin′ to do wit′ how you raised me
Shit killin′ me to know I′m runnin′ my momma crazy
Goon to the streets but to my momma I′m still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady
Shit Im doin′ now got nothin′ to do wit′ how you raised me
Shit killin′ me to know I′m runnin′ my momma crazy

[Verse 2]
Remember the nights me sittin′ up in a cold cell
I′m wakin′ ya up out′cha sleep it′s me callin′ you from jail
You ain′t say it but I know inside you mad as hell
You called off from work just to bond me out of jail
I get in trouble I call you seem like it never fail
Can hear you now "boy you need to sit ya ass down somewhere"
I come and eat I take a shower then I′m out of there
I know I′m stressin′ ya at times seem like I don′t care
You wrote bad checks for me to have somethin′ to wear
You risked ya freedom for me nowadays that′s real rare
Everytime I think about the shit I wanna shed a tear
That′s why I buy ya somethin′ for Father′s Day every year

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You did the best you could wit′ me and I love you for that
Wanted me to stay in school but that ain′t where my heart was at
I got exposed to the streets and fell in love wit′ stacks
And all the times I hurt you wish I could take it back
When daddy left us you stepped up and took his slack
I know I′m selfish and feelin′s is somethin′ I know I lack
The shit I′m doin′ now I know you raised me better than that
You showed me how to be a man and showed me how to act
Sometimes I wonder how you still proud I′m ya son
After all the stuff I took ya through and all the shit I done
Well like ya told me when God want me how I can′t run
Before he take me want you to know how much I love ya mom

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Think I′m speakin′ for every street nigga ′round the world... I
don′t think we sit down long enough sometimes... Just to
realize what we takin′ our momma through... It hurt me to know
dog... That I′m runnin′ my momma crazy... And it′s really
killin′ me to know... that I′m helpin′ killin′ my momma..

[music to fade]

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Talking: Plies]
You Know it′s somebody some where homie that todays there celebration I might not know ya but I
wanna celebrate with ya...

[Chorus x2: Plies]
Gotta be somebody police chasing that done got away,
Gotta be somebody round the world today that done beat they case,
Gotta be somebody round the world that got off probation today,
Gotta be somebody round the world walking out them prison gates.

[Verse 1: Plies]
I′m happy for that nigga that today he done came home,
Done got that time behind him
Now it′s time to move on,
I′m celebrating with ya the reason I wrote this song,
Hope you done became a better person since you been gone,
I salute you my nigga dawg for staying strong,
Now get ya feet up under ya homie an keep it goin,
I hope ya walk straight don′t make the wrong turn,
Them crackas waitin to send ya off on another long run,
Just enjoy yourself tonight an
Have fun,
And don′t go fuckin with them niggas who aient send ya nothin′,
And if ya got kids gon get ′em and catch up,
I′m celebrating with you tonight I′m holdin my cup up.

[Chorus x2: Plies]
Gotta be somebody police chasing that done got away,
Gotta be somebody round the world today that done beat they case,
Gotta be somebody round the world that got off probation today,
Gotta be somebody round the world walking out them prison gates.

[Verse 2: Plies]
He took them crackas to the door and he beat ′em in trial,
A lot of niggas thought you was gonna lose but you held it down,
All I can tell ya homie you made all the real niggas proud,
They offered you a flea bargin but you turned ′em down,
Stood in the paint what you believed in an you did it in style,
I know ya family they was worried but now they can smile,
Should be happy cause aient too many beat ′em in awhile,
Just be careful in these streets cause this shit done got wild,
A lot of niggas fucked up so they playin it foul,
He was your homeboy he your co-defendent now,
If you gonna get money then lose the crowd,
Niggas in prison cause they homeboys done ran they mouth.

[Chorus x2: Plies]
Gotta be somebody police chasing that done got away,
Gotta be somebody round the world today that done beat they case,
Gotta be somebody round the world that got off probation today,
Gotta be somebody round the world walking out them prison gates.

[Verse 3: Plies]
To that young nigga who took ′em on a high speed chase,
Aient condoning what ya did I′m just glad you gotta way,
I know ya heart beating fast I′m just glad your safe,
Shit you hadda hit it you couldn′t afford another case,
You tried to play cool but ya shoulda seen your face,
Jitt a motherfucker lost them in broad day,
Doin a hundred dawg goin down a one way,
Jumped out on ′em turned into a foot race,
Jitt know the streets so they couldn′t keep they pace,
He hadda throw his pistol if they find it that′s ok,
You aient gotta do it but but for you I′m a celebrate,
Do me a favor dawg stay out them crackas faces.

[Chorus x2: Plies]
Gotta be somebody police chasing that done got away,
Gotta be somebody round the world today that done beat they case,
Gotta be somebody round the world that got off probation today,
Gotta be somebody round the world walking out them prison gates

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Hook:]
Already told ya dawg, I′m a button ya ass
Nigga sizing me dawg, something I will not have
Swear to god on a stack of bibles, I′m off ya ass
Fuck around with me, you gone get that shit bag

Already done told ya dawg, I′m a button ya ass
Nigga sizing me dawg, something I will not have
Swear to god on a stack of bibles, I′m off ya ass
Fuck around with me, you gone get that shit bag

[Verse 1:]
Woke up this mornin hired me a lawyer
Told him be ready to bail me out, when I call ya
Next bitch that play with me, I′mma off em
When I pull my fire, you can gone chalk em
Nigga do somethin to me, you crazy fuck
Ain′t no fakin over here, I′m shootin yo ass up
Playin them gangsta games will get yo ass bust
Go and tell yo momma, Go and pick the church
I′ll put that muthafuckin yoppa right in yo gut
Next time you see me in these streets, I′m on high alert
So go and come with that bullshit and leave bust
Betta make sure your ready before you pull a stunt

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Try me I bet I leave yo ass in a pamper
First bitch get outta line I′m makin an example
Thinkin bout tryin me, you better go an cancel
Kill one of you bitch niggas, that′s my final answer
Have you pissin and shittin in the same bag nigga
Set yo ass on fire with this fo′ nigga
Spec the room where I′mma leave yo ass stank nigga
And ain′t leavin that house if I ain′t got my pistol
Keep playin you gonna get yo muthafuckin issue
Fuckin with the wrong nigga get yo ass crippled
Come from under my shirt shoot straight missles
Make you a part of that shit bag family nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I Ain′t argugin and I ain′t talkin shit out
Fuck talkin nigga let′s gone shoot it out
You niggas playin like you is, this ain′t what you bout
Being pussy I never have and never will
I ain′t shooting to scare nigga I′m shootin to kill
Been bout that life nigga, I been trill
Tell you niggas straight up, Shit been real
You ain′t ready to leave then you betta chill
You niggas talkin that shit, better know yo choppa skills
Cause yo muthafuckin brains will get spilled
Fuckin round with me will get yo cap peeled
Better play with somebody else if you wanna live

[Hook]

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Intro]
My nigga e′erytime I think this shit gettin′ rough out here
for me my nigga... I just remind myself dog Monday through
Friday homie... From 8 in the mornin′ to 5 in the evenin′
dog... It′s some niggas in the court room ′round the country
my nigga... Fightin′ for they muhfuckin′ lives dog... The
crackers bannin′ niggas e′eryday my nigga

[Verse 1]
My dog went to court today they gave him fifteen
Cracker banned my lil′ nigga he was se′enteen
Young nigga don′t even know what all that time mean
Pussy ass crackers done shattered my nigga dreams
They holl′in′ mandatory they want him to do the whole thang
Nigga showed up in court on my dog and did his thang
Nigga did my nigga now I got to bust his brain
Nigga woulda did me my dog′d do the same
His lady callin′ me cryin′ and now I feel her pain
Tired of losin′ all my niggas to the chain gang
In thirty minutes a nigga whole life can change
Cracker over sinister niggas when this shit gon′ change?

[Chorus]
Pussy ass cracker give a nigga a hundred years
Have ya mama leavin′ out the courtroom in tears
Crackers don′t love to have a nigga breathin′ for real
Take a nigga life from him they don′t know how it feel
Pussy ass cracker give a nigga a hundred years
Have ya mama leavin′ out the courtroom in tears
Crackers don′t love to have a nigga breathin′ for real
Take a nigga life from him they don′t know how it feel

[Verse 2]
Ain′t talked to my dog yet but I know he sick
Next fifteen years of his life behind a fence
Cracker find a nigga guilty and hit him wit′ the bench
Gave one of my dogs twenty-seven on his first offense
The time they givin′ the nigga for the crime ain′t makin′ sense
They jacked the number up now it′s eighty-five percent
They did that to make you fuck niggas out there snitch
And put conspiracy in the game to railroad the click
And crackers feel like niggas ain′t got no common sense
A nigga paper ain′t right they banned off the rip
A public defender don′t get you shit but a long trip
And judge sentencin innocent niggas without a guilt

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
How in the fuck can fo′ birds get you a life sentence?
But give a cracker seven years for money launderin′ millions
Shoot a nigga in the leg they sentence you like you killed ′em
Cracker catch you wit′ that iron and throw you under the buildin′
You a nigga that mean you guilty ′til proven innocent
MOney talk and bullshit walk a thousand miles
You ain′t got a paid lawyer then don′t go to trial
Crackers owe each other favors, they′ll swap ya out
"You give us him, we′ll give you him" know what I′m talkin′ ′bout
Nigga took thirty years on a cop out
Fuck you get thirty years for breakin′ in a bitch house?
Crackers playin′ a dirty game boy this shit wild

[Chorus]

[music out]

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Intro: Plies talkin]
Not a typical nigga (have you heard of me)
Boy I think I′m bout go n all the way on this one (have you heard of me)
One thing about me home boy I don′t play no muthafuckin games(have you heard of me)

[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one right now homie the streets I run how am this hot and a award
I ain′t won cause I ain′t a industry nigga alright son but you will pay me for what I′ve done take
tha industry relationship cause I don′t want none don′t want the fame of this shit you can have it
shoulda just took tha money n then run that ain′t how a real nigga play it where I′m from stay n get
the whole thing and then sum I dun sold gold what′s next platinum dun sold ova a million records
ain′t that sumthin

[Chorus:]
May neva see me on tha cover of a magazine cause I ain′t willin 2 kiss be seen copperate mad at me
cause dey can′t fuck me I′m who these haterz hatin I′m 3rd degree say I′m to gutta homie 4 t.v. I′m
who these white folks don′t want they kids 2 see but I′m the new owners of these fuckin streets go
by tha name of plies have you heard of me.

[Verse 2:]
Erre since me erre body claiming real most you niggas pussy that′s how I feel can be the best rapper
an gotta tell lies I couldn′t be dat cause all I do is fantasize how you cookin dope you wearin
suites n ties
This industry a joke they publicize just don′t go to yo parties if you don′t fuck with plies to all
my fans I apologize
Want me to cross ova fuck dat side jus a real nigga out of Ft.Meyers I got principles nigga dats wat
I live by
I ain′t got rap feature n I′m still alive not 1 my 3rd album is u suprised worth my investment ask
atlantic records do I let shit slide ring tone numbas 1.5

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Copperate scared of me cause I ain′t safe dey don′t know wat da fuck dat I might say in da type of
game dat they play I don′t wear tight jeans or rock shades umma trendsetter I go my own way I make
it hard on the radio dat the streets praise you can stop countin on questions dese days ever heard
of a nigga dat say fuck me nigga either a rapper or a wannabe jus want me to kill em on gp say I
ain′t lyrical well I′m sorry b dropped out of college ain′t earned my degree but at my bank dey love
me his favorite rapper ain′t hot but he mad at me I can make me hot for a small fee da streets don′t
want em I′m sorry

@ Plies